Tag Archives: miracles

This is so…SO…much easier said than done. But it is – no exaggeration – a key to healthy living.

Me? I’m still working on this nearly 40 years in!

The “could”s and “should”s we impose on ourselves are incredibly damaging, and often the source of a great deal of stress. The other day someone said to me “if only…” and recited a beautiful and perfect scenario (pitted, by the way, against a reality that didn’t turn out exactly that way.)

But my response wasn’t to agree – instead I said, “I believe I am where I am meant to be and that things have happened in this way, with this timing, for a very specific reason. Often in the moment I wonder only to find out down the road that everything fell perfectly into place at the ‘right’ time. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

I guess that means I’m leaning on a whole lot of faith, the belief that magic and miracles exist, and that the Universe does deliver. Now that may feel a lot more “unrealistic” to the naysayer, and definitely to those who land themselves with the “realists.”

No problem! You’re entitled to that view but I – having seen the supernal realm divine a few spells that altered the course of my own life (in very happy ways) – am going to keep airing on the positive side. I also ascribe to the idea that I will attract what I put out – as the kind of person I am, I need to watch this on a regular basis, and shield myself as much as I can from the negative “stuff” floating in the ether.

My skating coach gave me a card when I was just a teenager and it had a picture of someone watching puzzle pieces float down from the sky. . . When he stepped back, he realized he was standing on a vast puzzle beneath him, and everything was fitting perfectly. The card read,“sooner or later, everything falls into place,” and I never forgot it.

I trust in the timing of the Universe because is hope is always an option. The sun rises without fail, whether we see it or we don’t. I therefore believe even in what I cannot see. . .and when you get down to it, that’s where the magic begins. . .

Last Night, my heart skipped more than a beat… The very construct of time was arrested, I am certain of it. I cannot recall those moments…fractions of moments…without an unyielding rush of joy.

I feel unable to express my sentiments justly with words – it is not so much an exercise in futility to endeavor to do so, just that no combination of sounds or letters feel adequate enough to enumerate my infinite gratitude.

Perhaps it is enough to say, then, that I not only believe in Magic and Miracles…but that I know them to exist.

I never needed to “see to believe”. . .so imagine how powerful it is when Life unfolds before your very eyes, animating love and breath where it had once extinguished. . .